Word: jerk
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...made accents in the air. Tunney stood bulging his muscles, striving vainly to appear bestial. At the seventh strophe, Gibbons rose. A polo player at the ringside whispered to his lady: "He looks like Lazarus." Young Tunney again advanced his right fist. Gibbons twisted his torso with a curious jerk, sat down, bewildered, like a man overtaken by exhaustion. The referee counted ten. After the fight, Tunney glanced through a pile of congratulatory telegrams, went off to Long Island for a week-end of golfing and light revelry; Gibbons packed his suitcases, boarded a broiling train for Chicago where...
Spring. The spring extended with a jerk. Premier Herriot declared that France would not desert her allies ; but went on to say that, although the treaty would give France no more than she has already got in the Treaty of Versailles, a note on France's position would be sent to Germany...
Then began the slapping, spanking bout of brawn and brain. A sinewy limb slipped under an unprotected crotch, another encircled an unguarded torso, there was a sudden jerk forward, followed by a heavy fall, and Champion Lewis found himself pinioned beneath 250 pounds of his opponent...
...quick, strong and clever; Pancho was quicker, stronger and cleverer. The Terror would rush in and shoot his fists out with a snappy jerk, but those fists seldom hit anything except thin air. The sullen brown boy was .like a flea on hot bricks. He fought with his body close to the floor, thus reducing his five ft. one inch to something under three ft. As the big Bud approached, Pancho would spring into the air, punching, pounding and pulverizing that unfortunate Terror from Terre Haute...
Nancy Ann. The titular character is a young miss who, in spite of growing up with all the advantages of patrician society, does everything lefthanded. Those advantages include a quartet of berating aunts who are constantly trying to jerk her into a state of perfection. Their nagging accounts for Nancy Ann's state of perennial flutter...